Addison
THE CALL FROM Ethan Sinclair came in the next day. Dylan sat on the edge of her seat and listened as I set up the interview for the following morning. Then I calmly hung up the phone before she and I jumped out of our chairs and danced around the office.
“The interview’s tomorrow?” Dylan asked when we finally settled down enough to speak.
“Yep.” I rubbed my hands together. “Ohmigod,we need to close the office and go shopping.”
“No, we don’t,” she replied, her tone emphatic. “We went shopping before we opened the office. You know, last week? We have plenty of business clothes to choose from.”
“But do we have anything from the line of ‘I can spy on dirty cheaters without getting caught’?”
Dylan laughed. “I don’t think that’s an actual line of clothing.”
“Well it shouldbe, because that’s what we need. I could always go for Thug Barbie again.”
“You promised Jake no more wearing lingerie in public.”
“I’m sure I can find something else.” I whipped out my cell phone and started scrolling through my contacts. “In fact, I bet Monique will know exactly what we need.”
“No...not Monique,” Dylan groaned.
Monique was my personal shopper. Dylan still hadn’t forgivenher for their last encounter. “How can you still be upset with her? You looked gorgeous in that gown.”
“I know!” Dylan agreed. “But you guys tricked me.”
I laughed. “Dylan Linn James, you are not that stupid.”
“She had me try on sixty-three hideous dresses before she trotted out the one you’d already decided I’d wear. That counts as a trick in my book.”
“Yep, we had to fool you into lookinggood. What does that say about you?”
Dylan snapped her mouth shut and glared at me. Then her glare turned into a very satisfied, and slightly frightening, smile.
“What? No snappy comeback?” I asked.
She shook herself. “Sorry. I was stabbing you and Monique in my mind.”
